Monsters

He had dealt with and meant some monsters in his time.

From the boy that was 3yrs older than him who would pinch kids younger than him so hard that it would leave a bruise just so he could have their lunch, to the Foster father who would use his cigarette to burn children who spoke out of turn. There were the monsters he dealt with in his job.

Then there were the monsters that he searched for every night.

His daughter watched, tucked up safely in her bed as her father opened her closet door and looked in. He then moved over to the window and looked behind the curtains. Then he moved towards the bed and knelt down and looked under it. Once that was done he stood back up, leaned down to kiss his daughter good night. As he did he told her that he found no monsters and she nodded sleepily.

He went to leave the room but stopped at the door and turned back to look at his now sleeping child grateful that the only bad monsters in her life were those she thought were blue with purple spots, fat, had two heads that lived under her bed.